Stranger In My House Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

he asked, taken aback. "Doesn’t it strike you as odd," I spat out, "how a few months ago this house was in chaos, and now, a stranger just walked in here with invisible people searching for something," I uttered. "So, you either tell me, or I’ll check it out myself, and believe me, you won’t like the outcome of my findings." "This little mutt, are you threatening me?" he snarled. "Ask me again," I stared coldly into his eyes, the gun dangling in front of my chest.

Which reminds me, where did he even get Mrs Bennett's apartment's keys? "What are you doing here?" The stranger questions, his thick voice vibrating and managing to make my insides melts like ice— something he's voice should definitely not be doing to me at a moment like this since I'm still trying to figure out who he is. "I asked first," I shoot back as I hope he isn't anything relating to thives, assassins, and the rest. "Well, this is my house, so answer me!" The stranger replies loudly, his unexpected loud voice made me choke on air a little because I clearly wasn't expecting him to be trying to act all high and mighty in a house that isn't his— oh, he thinks it's his maybe.

My heart started to race within my chest heavily, worried if it was going to be another war to happen. Dad saw me and immediately send me back inside, I obeyed him, but I didn't go back upstairs. I stare through the glass of the door curious as to why the group of strangers was here and why were they just standing in front of the house and just staring as if they were lost. No, I can't take another war, I worry as I saw dad strongest pack members encircling the strangers, ready to take them down. Suddenly, the strangest thing happened that I immediately went outside. The strange people were now bowing down before our house.

He rubbed her cheek and stared her down in worry, “are you okay?” She shook her head and turned to me, “there's a strange woman in the house and she claims it's her home.” Enraged by what was playing out in front of me, I charged at her with a raised hand, ready to smack her. She was the fucking stranger in my home and there she stood refering to me as the freaking stranger. “You fucking bitch!” She shrieked and further moved into Fred and just when I thought this was a cruel joke that Fred was yet to explain, he caught my hand with blazing eyes. The warning in his eyes shattered my heart to smithereens.

"But your dad is probably still mad at us. How about we buy him a little cake first?" "Yay! We're going home to find Dad!" Nancy smiled and ruffled his hair. At that moment, she suddenly did not want anyone to ever reveal the truth about what really happened back then. When Nancy arrived home, she found the house completely dark. She called my name a few times, testing the silence. No response. A wave of unease rushed over her. She quickly turned on the lights and ran inside without even changing into house shoes. She checked the master bedroom, then the guest room.

[Maria] Auntie Imani’s house was just a tiny little home behind the bookstore, accessible only through an alleyway. At first glance from the outside, it even looked smaller than the bookstore itself. Auntie Imani opened the door and invited me inside. The moment I stepped in, I was immediately greeted by a familiar feeling. In that modestly sized room, I could almost hear the footsteps of little children running around, pressing their hands against walls where the paint had begun to peel away.

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

Ana's pov: His home looked even more exquisite than the hotel. Shiny floors, high ceilings, expensive diamond chandeliers. Sophia squeezed my hand and clung to my side as John led us through the house. She was unusually quiet and timid but I couldn't fault her with that because I also felt intimidated by the home... As if walking on such a pristine surface was a sacrilege. "Mr Greyson is working in his study." John informed us. "Do well to not disturb him unless it's very important. He hates being disturbed."

The other day I saw something disturbing it had to do with Ellie it was late at night I got up to use the toilet I saw Ellie having what looked like a conversation with the other huge dog I didn't know. Being me I just shrugged it off. I had no knowledge on how it got into the house but it was there in the living room I thought it was just a dream because it didn't last long the minute I came out of the toilet it was not there I tried to ask Ellie about it but he looked like he didn't know what I was saying so I let it go. Strange things have been happening in my house I have noticed a couple of them maybe it's the man who comes in my dream that means he is back cause the other night I heard

Another showing, a window in the room where the workers died blew out-not as if something had been thrown at it from the street, but outward. At the last showing, my client and I got stuck in the same room, the interior doors wouldn't open, but there are no locks on any of them; they just swing into other rooms. The lights flickered in the same pattern they had the time before. We could hear footsteps all over the building, but there was no one else there. When the footsteps stopped, the lights returned to a steady glow, and the doors opened as if they had never been jammed. If it was just one incident I may have been able to put a spin on it with my formidable marketing skills. Unfortunatel